From the moment you entered her office, regret enveloped you like a heavy fog. The air was thick with tension, amplifying the weight of your choices. You knew this encounter would be perilous, yet you were drawn into her web of dominance.

Makima had you ensnared by chains around your neck, the cold metal biting into your skin, a constant reminder of your submission. Her sharp, piercing eyes held irritation and amusement as she commanded, “Bark, damn it.” The chains tightened, constricting your throat and making it hard to breathe, each pull a cruel reminder of your place in this twisted game. Panic rose within you, but her grip was unyielding.

After what felt like an eternity, she released you, and you gasped for air, relief mingling with humiliation. “I’ll allow you a moment to recover; come here,” she commanded, leaving no room for disobedience.

Compelled, you crawled toward her, the cool floor against your skin. As you approached, her arms opened wide, an invitation that felt both comforting and suffocating. Hesitating briefly, the need for her approval overpowered your doubts.

Once close enough, she lifted you effortlessly and carried you to a nearby sofa. The plush fabric welcomed you, but the situation felt anything but cozy. She laid you down gently, her touch both tender and possessive. “Good dog,” she remarked, her voice dripping with satisfaction, igniting a strange mix of emotions within you.